DComeaux wrote:When the guns go off around you you'll be covered, as usual. I've heard and read many reports and seen videos for this not to happen for you.
Rick wrote:Hope you guys are right. Know I saw six on our new 1,500 acres between Lake Arthur and Thornwell this afternoon.
does your dog see any retrieving time during teal season?MARSH BEAR wrote:Rick - you have a full crew to guide this weekend??
BGkirk wrote:does your dog see any retrieving time during teal season?MARSH BEAR wrote:Rick - you have a full crew to guide this weekend??
How about you rick? I know you do some chauffeuring
MARSH BEAR wrote:Rick - you have a full crew to guide this weekend??
Sam Leatherman
October 2, 2017
This season is the 14th season I have been a professional guide or with a hunting organization. Whether I'm hunting for myself or guiding clients I am hunting for large mature animals to harvest...except this time, this week I let my client shoot a small immature buck.This time my client was a 72 year old man named Dick. Dick has hunted all over the country in his lifetime and harvested some truly remarkable animals, but this time was different. This was Dicks last deer hunt and possibly last hunt ever. His 5 day hunt was shorten to 3 days because his body just couldn't handle the mountains anymore, as we sat in the truck waiting for the defroster to clear the ice from the windshield he looked and me and said "Sam this may be my last day I ever hunt, let's have fun". I smiled.
Mid morning we saw a buck heading to bed and Dicks eyes lite up in a way that I have seen hundreds of times, guiding over the years. Once I got a good look at the deer I instantly knew this buck was too small and young and that in a couple years it could be a giant, that's what my eyes and mind saw. My soul however saw something completely different, my soul saw an old man sitting beside me doing what he loves one last time, a man that some day each of us will become as we long to experience the success of a hunt one last time. As the deer bedded down and Dick asked me what I thought I spoke from the soul and not from the mind..."let's see if we can get a shot".
Hours later I watched tears stream down Dicks face and turn to sobs as he touch a buck he had harvested, for the last time.
As we packed the buck out, my shoulders burning from the weight of the buck on my back I never turned around to check how the guys behind me where doing, I didn't want them to see the tears coming down my face. As I hiked with Dicks last buck on my back I silently prayed that God will always keep me humble as someday I too will have my last hunt, and secondly that when I am old and on my last hunt that some young whippersnapper guide will let me shoot a young buck just to have that feeling one more time.
Here's to you and your last buck Dick, a heck of a buck it is.
Duck Engr wrote:“Good number of young birds”
Hallelujah
Darren wrote:Duck Engr wrote:“Good number of young birds”
Hallelujah
Certainly does not appear to be many barred up cats in that crowd. In some way reassuring that a flight of young-of-the-year birds came all the way down here.
DComeaux wrote:Darren wrote:Duck Engr wrote:“Good number of young birds”
Hallelujah
Certainly does not appear to be many barred up cats in that crowd. In some way reassuring that a flight of young-of-the-year birds came all the way down here.
I'm pretty sure the parents and older siblings will show them the ropes as soon as the first shotgun goes off. Pack it up, head on out, away from the thirty seven man blinds.
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